Okay. If you know me at all, it's no secret that I have a thing for tattoos on a dude. The more the better in my opinion. Oddly enough, I married a man who is absent of any ink--go figure.
I don't know what it is, but I have been this way since I discovered head banger's ball late Friday nights in the 80's.
Take a heavily tattooed Italian guy, and a passion for home design, and I am in heaven.
Needless to say, I am smitten with Mr. Ballatore. I didn't watch him win HGTV's design series (because personally I think that show belongs in the toilet), but I am obsessed with his show, The Antonio Treatment.
I have really been missing Los Angeles lately, and this show isn't helping. I have been coming up with ways to take a toddler and a newborn for a visit so that I can stalk Antonio, and beg him for a job.
I would be more than willing to tattoo sleeves on my arms to be part of his crew.